Let's halt at the banks of Jehlum

Let's halt at the banks of Jehlum
And make songs out of our memories,
I'll tell you what made me a sinner
And you a saint.
Sometimes I'd tell you the truth,
And sometimes a lie,
For, the truths that make you a saint
Are fewer than the lies that make me a sinner.

Let's halt at the banks of Jehlum,
For, the silence may resist the flood
That has come
Into the depths of my heart,
I'll tell you something I want to
And something; I do not want to.
For, the submerged doesn't care
About the flow anymore.

Let's halt at the banks of Jehlum,
And listen to each other,
I'll make you tge cup
Into which I'll pour the pain I cannot hold,
Or make you a mirror,
Into which I look when the tears don't stop,
Or so make you someone,
And see if we can ever be strangers,
To ask each other,
Is this life, or mere existence,
Or make you anyone,
And see how close distances are.

- Syed Rehan

If I was stoned, and infront of you...

If I was stoned, and infront of you;
And you ask how long does it take
For patience to turn into love, and
When does the heart learn to live
With the agony of betrayal,
I'd say, that it takes as much
As it takes for the other one
To learn to live with the sorrows of
Disbelief sourced by itself.
But why, in the noise of this night
My silence has deepened,
That I am the one who speaks,
And the silence is the only one who listens.
If I was stoned, and infront of you;
I'll close all the old chapters,
That say our love wouldn't stay,
And narrate you the only poem,
That tells, there's no darkness after the dawn.
For, when I am stoned, I speak
To tell things to myself.
If I was stoned, and away from you,
The fire will keep burning whole night,
Turning patience into love,
And love into poetry, that seeks
The listener it never found,
And between what can burn and what cannot,
Shall be that love, existing
Between the flames that can burn,
Yet cannot.

- Syed Rehan

Since I first saw you...

My silence has haunted the peace inside me,
What once was a thought;
Now, is a situation in my life,
Since I first saw you,
There's a heat that keeps melting
The insides of my heart, and
The irony is that, neither
The fire exitnguishes, nor
Melts the heart.
The sorrows of life have been long forgotten,
But the passion of pain stays,
Some say it's love, lost in passion;
But fallen into it, I need no conclusions.

- Syed Rehan